This is a stupid idea I had in 2016 that I just never published. So guess what I'm doing? Some cleaning out all of my drafts I've build up. I'm going to edit all of them and then publish them I think are okay for your eyes to see. This is a stupid drabble where I thought it would be cute to ask someone out with a potato XD

Potato

The spiral potato peel grew longer and longer for every time Maka's knife slide around the potato. The knife reached the top and the peel tumbled down into the brown paper bag the teacher had given out to the student. The potato plopped down into the pot full with water.

"Should I turn on the stove?" Maka whipped her head toward the side to see her partner Tsubaki peeling a potato of her own.

"If we turn on the pot now the potatoes could be cooked unevenly." She grabbed a new potato and cut her knife into the potato. "Let's just wait till they're all cut―"

Laughter burst out behind them. Maka's eyebrow twitched at the annoying snorting laughter of her annoying childhood friend. "THAT'S SO FUNNY BRAH!"

"I know." She could hear the pride in Soul's voice. "I've never seen Wes so confused b―"

"Can you two shut up!" Maka whirled around and sneered toward the two boys. Soul flashed his sharp teeth in that asshole way of his she hated so for making her stomach fill with butterflies. "Some of us are trying to focus."

"Geez, what crawled up in your ass and died?" Black*Star obnoxiously leaned on the counter so low if someone was to poke him he would be falling on his ass.

"None of your business Star."

"That worked up about college?" The grin on Soul's face immediately fell from his face. "'s nothing you need to worry about. With that nerdy brain of yours, you'll go to med school."

Her grip tightened on her peeler at the delightful tingle in her fingers. That wasn't what she was concerned with. Her college essays and applications were already sent in and now all she could do was wait. She already knew Soul had been accepted to the prestige music school. If she was accepted to her number one choice, they would be thousands of miles away from each other. It bothered her how attached she'd become to Soul over the past years in high school. He'd grown from being the annoying music kid in the back of the classroom to her best friend she enjoyed bantering with. Disgusting butterflies infected her core and his husky voice made her body heat and fingers tingle.

High school would come to an end and all of them would go their separate ways. No more tea ceremonies with Tsubaki. No shopping with the sisters. No tutoring Black*Star. And no more of Soul.

She rolled her eyes with annoyance and turned back to her station. Roughly she cut strip for strip off the potato. Tsubaki concerned glanced at her as the peels landed in the trash bag.

"Don't worry about it." Tsubaki comfortingly bumped her hip with hers. "I'm sure someone will ask you to prom."

She sighed heavily, feeling defeat weight down her shoulders. "I don't want to go alone."

"We're not going to stick with our dates throughout the night. It's our night. It'll be our last prom together."

She would rather not be the awkward fifth wheel seated in a booth full of couples making out. And seeing Soul with his tongue down some girl's throat isn't something she would want to see.

"I don't even have a dress. And I'm quite late out to get one now."

"I'm sure there're some pretty dresses left."

"I just d―" Her head whipped toward her feet to see a stray potato that bumped into her black combat boot. She cocked her eyebrow and picked up the potato to see the peeled peel created letters. Prom? The shaky letters read. She turned backwards to see Soul smirking wide toward her, peeler in hand.

"I'm sure I could pull some string and get a good dress for you. If you still want to go. That is." Soul Said.

A smile spread on her face and she threw the potato at him. He caught it with both of his hands. "If you insist. I guess I could tag along."